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T h i r t e e n : Wet and Wild
Me: Hi
Me: I have a proposition
sQuidge: Has nobody ever told you that it's naughty to text in class?
Me: I want to do something tonight
sQuidge: hmm
sQuidge: like what?
Me: Not sure yet. Are you free later?
sQuidge: I'm weighing my options
sQuidge: homework or hanging out with you? :// it's tough
Me: my homework is more thrilling than your jokes, I know that much
sQuidge: you are the type of person to be thrilled by homework
Me: Fibs. What do you say then?
sQuidge: I'm in. Where r we going?
Me: Open to suggestions
sQuidge: Meet me at the pool, 5:30pm
sQuidge: I'm feeling a swim
Me: That's after swim practice. Won't it be locked?
Me: Chase?
sQuidge: When has that stopped us before gorgeous?
I click my phone screen off with a sigh, sliding the device into my back pocket where I can't be tempted to re-read the messages again. It's 5:32pm and I'm standing outside of the locked doors to the Lindale High swimming pool, a building that Miko and I haven't set foot in since we would drool over the swimming team as freshman students.
Tonight, we'll both see the pool again. Only, one of us will be hiding.
My fingernails are digging so hard into my palm that when I open my fists, a line of small crescent shaped marks split my hand like a stormy sea. It's not the first time tonight that this has happened. I lean back against the wall and splay my fingers across the brick. The tranquil dusk over the school grounds is deceptively pretty. It speaks nothing of the girl crouching in the bushes somewhere, or the ambush lying ahead. That's all a whispered secret in the wind.
I wonder if Miko is feeling as uneasy, as restless, as guilty, as I am. I don't think it's possible.
"Hi gorgeous."
A voice interrupts my anxious thoughts, and I become aware of Chase, ambling towards me with an easy smirk and a clean white t-shirt. On his lower half, he's wearing a pair of Nike khaki swimming shorts. The reality of swimming with him, in very few clothes and completely alone hits me and a wave of anxiety crashes through my body. It was something I had completely forgotten to worry about, in the larger scale of tonight's events.
Suddenly, my black bikini feels a little tighter under my clothes.
"Have I rendered you speechless?" Chase is in front of me now, standing with his head tilted patronisingly. I can see that underneath the teasing, however, is genuine curiosity.
"No," I mutter quickly, shoving my hands into my short pockets. "I'm just nervous."
"Ah," Chase scratches his jaw. "Don't worry- we'll be careful, we won't be caught."
That's not why I'm nervous! I know we'll be caught.
Any further worries are cut short and stolen from me as Chase takes a step forward, leaving my mind blank with surprise. He is close enough now that I can feel the warmth of his breath fan over my face, and if I wanted to, I could count every single beauty mark and freckle on his complexion. One of his hands slides up to my hip and sits in the curve, like it was meant to be there. His gaze, which had been glued to my face, finally tears away to follow the movement of his other hand, up to my hair. It winds through the curls at the side of my head.
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